Waiting To Die
Jessica Tunks, Newstead College
You held out you’re and hand.
You made me trust.
You breached the walls I had built so high.
You made me feel.
You made me dream.
You made me wish.
You helped me to see, but still I was so blind.
I could not see that everything you said was just a lie.
Just a lie.
So here I am baby, just waiting to die